[ Hei lets his eyes shutter half-closed as she nudges him back against the wall. The concrete is cold and gritty even through the fabric of his coat. Usually that sort of vulnerability -- walled in, confined -- is unwelcome: his habit of maintaining the upper-hand is an imperative, not an inclination. But the energy singing around Korra isn't menacing. It is effervescent, a sweet intensity radiating everywhere like the glow off a shooting star. ]
[ Humming, he strokes the sleek plane of her back with his left hand, cupping and squeezing the swell of her backside. Twines the fingers of the other hand in her hair, pressing hot gulping kisses into her mouth. So much want backed up inside him, like an enormous bubble, soon to break. ]
[ Then her hand closes on his throat -- and adrenaline inverts from passion to instinct in a heartbeat. It's like a bomb going off in his head, nerves the stinging shrapnel as his trigger-loaded muscles lash out. Instantly he's caught her wrist, reversing their positions to pin her back against the wall. ]
[ When he leans in, his face is darkly-lit, taut with a short-leashed anger. ]
What the hell are you doing?
[ He can count on one hand how many people he lets near his throat that way -- and still have fingers leftover. Korra is nowhere on the list. ]
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Date: 2014-11-08 04:26 am (UTC)[ Humming, he strokes the sleek plane of her back with his left hand, cupping and squeezing the swell of her backside. Twines the fingers of the other hand in her hair, pressing hot gulping kisses into her mouth. So much want backed up inside him, like an enormous bubble, soon to break. ]
[ Then her hand closes on his throat -- and adrenaline inverts from passion to instinct in a heartbeat. It's like a bomb going off in his head, nerves the stinging shrapnel as his trigger-loaded muscles lash out. Instantly he's caught her wrist, reversing their positions to pin her back against the wall. ]
[ When he leans in, his face is darkly-lit, taut with a short-leashed anger. ]
What the hell are you doing?
[ He can count on one hand how many people he lets near his throat that way -- and still have fingers leftover. Korra is nowhere on the list. ]